Tuesday, July 15, 2008

You could stay a while longerWe could stay up and talk about last summerWe could go down to the water, watch the sunset going underIt's not that I’m a stranger to lonely momentsI’ve had my share of those

I could try to point a fingerBut the glass points in my directionSure you’ve got your sharp edges but my wounds are from my own reflectionYou’ve got nothing I could ever hold against youIve got fatal flaws to call my own

Thursday, July 10, 2008

there once was a farmer who spent his whole morning piling large stacks of hay in his barn. after he finished, he realized that he had lost his watch in the process. knowing that it would probably never be found among the hay, he didn't even try looking for it.

after he told his son what had happened, his son was determined to find the watch. although his father insisted that it was never to be found, he was absolutely sure that he could find it. so he laid down near the hay stacks and stilled his body until all he could hear was the beat of his own heart. then he waited and became more still. eventually he heard the ticking of the watch, located it, then returned it to his father.

sometimes we need to be so still that we can only hear the beat of our own hearts. then we need to listen even closer to hear God's whisper.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Have I come too casually? Because it seems to me There's something I've neglected How does one approach a Deity with informality And still protect the Sacred? Cause You came and chose to wear the skin of all of us And it's easy to forget You left a throne And the line gets blurry all the time Between daily and Divine And it's hard to know the difference Oh, let me not forget to tremble Oh, let me not forget to tremble Face down on the ground do I dare To take the liberty to stare at you Oh, let me not, Oh, let me not forget to tremble What a shame to think that I'd appear Even slightly cavalier In the matter of salvation Do I claim this gift You freely gave As if it were mine to take With such little hesitation? Cause You came and stood among the very least of us And it's easy to forget you left a throne Oh, let me not forget to tremble Oh, let me not forget to tremble Face down on the ground do I dare To take the liberty to stare at you Oh, let me not Oh, let me not forget to tremble The cradle of the grave could not contain Your Divinity Neither can I oversimplify this love Oh, let me not forget to tremble Face down on the ground do I dare To take the liberty to stare at you Oh, let me Oh, let me not forget to tremble

--Nichole Nordeman; Tremble

why does it seem so easy to forget what i'm living for? as a christian, i found my entire belief system on Jesus' death and resurrection. over the past few weeks, i've been so frustrated with myself because of the fact that i have made the cross so ordinary. i've heard the story about a million times since i was 4 years old, and somehow it constantly just becomes another one of those stories. unfortunately, i often have to remind myself of its gravity.

"And now I sing freedom for all my daysIt's only by the power of the cross I'm raisedTHE KING OF GLORY RESCUED ME"--Steve Fee; Beautiful the Blood

please be honest when you ask yourself this question: how often do i think about the cross?

i can't help but think that if i thought about the cross as much as i should, my life would be radically different. how differently would i value myself if i was able to see why Christ died for me? how much more would i hate sin if i realized that it was my very own sin that put Christ on the cross?

Jesus, when i think about you and your cross, LET ME NOT FORGET TO TREMBLE.